Sure. Sirius was more than spoiled. Fucking sue him. But y'know what he would never get enough of? His butler. His beautiful butler who was at his every beck and call, even for the most trivial and unimportant things, yet Remus did them with no hesitance, no annoyance, and no complains. Though he supposes that's his job... But y'know what's not his job?

Giving Sirius a fucking sexuality crisis, that's what.

The fucking prick's uniform had shrunk when one of the maids had gotten the cleaning process wrong and it fucking stuck to Remus like a second skin. He was going to die right now.

The rest of the day went by quickly and Sirius was left to his own devices. Being the spoiled little brat he was, he sat on his lounge chair in the parlor, reading one of his favorite books, trying not to think about his butler, or his stupid uniform, or anything related to the man and his attractiveness. Well... except for how angry the man probably was at the maid for messing up his uniform.

Sirius tried to continue reading, but he just couldn't concentrate. Every thought that entered his head somehow always found it's way back to Remus, or rather his appearance. He was going crazy.

He got to his feet with a sigh and shoved the book aside, walking over to the window and staring out at the gardens outside. He could see gardeners tending to the plants, and his mind once again found its way back to Remus. He wondered what kind of plants the man liked.

Sirius shook his head to clear his head, cursing under his breath as he realized what he was doing. Why did this man effect him so much? Why couldn't he just ignore his damn existence, or better yet, fire him? He didn't need a maid or a butler, he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

He turned away from the window, his thoughts continuing to linger as he started to pace across the room. Something had to be done.

And something was done! During the night that is..

He woke up in Remus' arms. And God strike him down if he didn't feel giddy.

"Morning, beautiful..."